Friends, I’m preoccupied.
That is true.
I’m also adrift.
The certain strange dreaminess of where I am. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Internally, I am a collection of paintings Caspar David Friedrich, Ivan Le Lorraine Albright, and Miss Van.
I shut myself off from the noise outside. Twitter, Instagram, even being accountable and always accessible to too many friends who I love, it was draining me. I’m not built for that. I’m built for dreaming.